So here it is. The final chapter of my first story! I have really loved writing for you guys, so thanks. This starts 1 year after the previous chapter, but everyone (including Ward) is still on the Bus.
Simmons looked at herself in the mirror. The wedding dress she was wearing was simple, but she looked stunning in it. Skye was behind her, reapplying make up. Skye was the maid of honor, not surprisingly. No one in Jemma's family could attend the wedding, however. Since the team's identities had been erased, each member could only tell one person of their continued existence. Fitz told his mother because she was his only family left. Simmons had both her parents, along with multiple sisters, and she couldn't choose. It would be safer if everyone thought she was gone.
Because of this, Coulson was walking her down the aisle. Ms. Fitz had just come into the dressing room. She was a bit plump, and had kind motherly eyes. A continuous smile was another trait contributing to her kind appearance.
"Oh, Jemma dear! You look absolutely gorgeous. Never let Leopold forget how lucky he is. I remember when he first met you; all he could talk about was this brilliant, beautiful, kind girl," she said.
Coulson knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yes!" Skye yelled.
Coulson entered the room. "It's time."
Fitz gasped when he was his bride. He knew Jemma was beautiful, but in her wedding gown, she looked amazing. Their vows were short, but personal and touching. The guests consisted of all the SHIELD agents who were still loyal. Only 40 people were present.
5 Years Later
The small girl sat on her mother's lap, looking through the picture album. She was only four years old, and hadn't yet learned of all the terrible things the people she was looking at had gone through. One picture struck her interest.
"Mummy? Who's that? Do I know him?" she asked.
"His name was Mike Peterson. Do you remember the story about how Daddy came to rescue me? Well, Mike saved my life that day. He made a sacrifice so I could live. I had to make a big explosion to get rid of the bad guys. In order to do that, someone had to start it. I was going to. But Mike did instead. He let me escape. He let me be happy," the mother answered.
"Where is he now? Do you still know him?" the child asked.
"One can never say. He's going to be part of something else now. A flower, a star, a shell, anything really. Maybe a monkey like you," the mother replied, trying to lighten the mood.
"Look at that one! Is that really Aunt Skye? She looks a lot older now, doesn't she?" the girl commented.
"Indeed she does," the mother laughed.
"Really? You think I can't hear you over there? Well, I can!" yelled Skye from across the room. She scooped up the small girl and ran around the plane with her, giving her friend time to think.
Jemma looked at her wedding photo. The new Mrs. Fitz had been wearing a huge smile through that whole day. Even the stress of rebuilding SHIELD couldn't get rid of it through the years. The album was to remember. The sacrifices, the people now gone- everything. It was to remind them all to stay on the righteous path.
SHIELD stood for protection, not destruction. That was their mission; protect the world from everything. One agent had a similar mission. To protect his wife, child, friends, and believes. That was Fitz's Mission.
Well? Please tell me how you think about my ending through your reviews! I want to write more stories, so be on the lookout!